I read a poem a friend shared around Facebook yesterday. It is by a pastor whose wife and baby died leaving him 3 small children. He wrote it during a sermon he heard. You can read the poem's story here.
"He Maketh No Mistake"
My Father’s way may twist and turn
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I’m glad to know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way.
Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith, my all, in Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim,
But come what may,
I’ll simply trust and leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift,
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake.
- A.M. Overton, 1932
WOW! A great summary of what I am praying God brings my faith to. I have been praying for several years now with a dear friend that she and I would have the default of trust and peace. This poem is right in line with that. We are both grateful that God is indeed doing his sanctifying work in us and leading us to that place. Now I am praying to add worship to my default list...
"Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and....
WORSHIPED!!!
This verse is Job's response to when everything was taken from him.
After the first part of the verse one would expect other 'w' words to come from his mouth. Words like wept, wailed, or whined. But no...it was WORSHIPED!
Worship is so counter-intuitive, unexpected, and super-natural. Worship was Job's default. And Paul and Silas' when they worshiped bound in prison. Oh that it might be mine.
